As I look upon my blood stained hand with your last breathe you gasp "Why?"
The knife lays upon a black surface and rings surround the room.
In just mere seconds it's in pieces on the floor.
Im sorry my dear, that it ended this way.
Your green eyes wide open and silence echoes.
Your body grows cold as the hour passes by.
I hold your heart in my hand.
Dried blood is not as much alluring as fresh.
My lover death became of you.
Why is it I feel guilt when i should feel relief.
Am I sorry I killed you.
Author notes
Danidevastation
This poem is not my best but here it is.
Cat got fried
http://ladyberii.deviantart.com/art/Sorry-I-killed-you-91765870
A contest entry
- Picture Prompts A - Z by amaranthine lover.
300 points, ended July 30, 2008, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Imaginary by know one.
750 points, ended August 29, 2008, 109 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A differnt kind of quickie. by Mango Memories.
400 points, ended November 20, 8 entries
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Comments
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yes. not bad enough.
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i entered the wrong one. I meant to enter this http://allpoetry.com/poem/4920857
but all my stuff on this account is crap to me
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Not bad enough.
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strong, sinister imagery
full of mixed emotions
a great write -
a nice rendition of the picture prompt
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